Listen Closely, Mama, I Promise You'll Be Amazed

When he wants to make a point, or be sure that he's heard, Micah will grab my face with his little hands and turn my head so that I'm looking directly into his eyes. If I'm already looking at him, he'll simply hold my face there so that I don't accidentally lose interest in what he's saying and be distracted by something shiny elsewhere.

So today Micah walked up, grabbed my chin in his palm, and turned my head from my book to his face. Instead of pointing somewhere, or showing me something, his face went completely dead. My mind was thinking, "huh?"

I know, I'm so profound. Even my thoughts are deep.

And then I heard it. The reason Micah wanted my full attention. After the explosion from his backside, his face broke out in a huge grin. And I was there to witness his pride in his latest accomplishment.

Boys. They are all the same. And they never grow up.